Anna: Oh, there you are. You want to hear about the murder, don't you? How I've waited for 40 years for it to happen. Hoping, as only a woman can hope. It should have happened sooner. It never did. Damn, it's a long way to death. But we've always had time. There was a time when all those chairs were full, and the people in them saw what I saw, but didn't notice. A long time ago, they saw the murderer, but didn't know that he was one. And I've sat in this theater waiting for the killer to appear on stage. There he is. A son. And their big funeral car, here for their annual Greenwood summer. And now watch this future murderer, this honorable son, reach into the funeral car and lug out the window dummy. That ancient sashay of bones and talcum powder dust that is named, surely as a joke, "Mother."